With a full stomach, Murai got exactly what he deserved. He was way too happy with how these bones ended up relieving his mind. Then, munching through many bones—that were no longer without their marrow—triggered a workout that knocked his muscles, neck, and beak into a proper control
With a newly empowered beak, a stronger body that didn't grow much, and hunger that had no bounds, Murai felt the itching sensation that spoke of a hidden potential of the Anatidae Panacea. There was a particular power flowing within him too, surging like waves of warmth. Mana felt so enticing as if he had a furnace of power within him, and it happened on its own, away from his tries.
He realized it at last. This world gifted it to him, or it might have been inside of him all along. It just got unlocked.
Nah. That wouldn't make sense, Murai thought. This species was described as magical. They could be prone to cores forming, though unlocking it might be hard. This one worked with evolution in mind.
Calming his breath, he felt this flow going, itching him to move and act like a beast. Something about it felt strange, tough. Rough like a shipping river that couldn't stop or remain calm. For now, Murai focused on what was necessary.
Destruction of the bones was easier than ever before after his body adjusted. His teeth were sharper, cutting deep, and crunching the bones into paste. The taste and texture were a bit weird and on the softer side.
His teeth were a weapon and tools he thought he could start eating some meat if he was brave enough.
However, he found none so far. And it should be up to some standards. The basic start was uncooked meat. He never liked their taste.
An hour later, Murai was over this fun and bones. He had more fun destroying the bones than eating them, but it was a rather close call since he was hungry.
“Mana is encompassing. A storm of rules and Laws that works like the energy of flesh and space. The universe thrives before space. Space crawls before mana. Mana flows in strands like veins through the bodies of celestial properties. The physical realms connect it, dancing on the palm or deep in the core.” Murai recited some memorials.
Who am I kidding? I am not even that Anatidae Peniscula, yet am strong, right? That's great, I guess. Still a duck though.” Murai uttered and after a long time of eating, he turned his attention to the Will of the Battleworld and its messages that he overlooked.
It seemed that if he paid it no attention, none of their effects were accepted. He ignored them, thus their effects were delayed. They needed a special acknowledgment, yet something that was storming this precise situation above his head was approaching.
[Dear Citizen, you have reached special circumstances regarding the readings of your Will and soul. Thus, certain effects and world thresholds are questioned within the rules, or strictly adhered to Breaches]
[The Soul Body fused with your advancement. Anatidae Panacea is magical, though its body and soul of your caliber met some issues. Addition modifications of your Will are counted in troubles. Your Will is strong. Too strong. No amount of change and strangeness will make it fitting]
[Body status of Strength, Dexterity, and Vitality are strengthened according to the species' specialty, and strengthened Soul Body met certain conditions]
[Your Will is tremendous! It is SHAKING!]
[Your tiny legs are a far cry from your soul]
[Command. Power. A great calamity of importance is advancing through your Will, reaching desires known by few]
[Hence, against the odds of living and souls, Robust Spirit is Breached]
[Cause: Will and power of your Soul Body works conjunction but in no fusion with the Will]
[Soul Body carried Soul Essence. It went hand in hand, growing in no higher grade, yet something did meet its mark, assembling a way toward the Robust Spirit. It is created after the criteria of the unknown. Requirements have complex clauses]
[Reasons denied]
[Causes not found]
[Soul Essence has turned into the Soul Body a long time ago, so the Soul Body has been altered. Robust Spirit cheers on, flickering in an unhinged mockery, and forcing the Soul Body to become its food]
[Robust Spirit is...] the voice hesitated, as if fearful, doubtful, or not knowing what it could be. [A power over the soul and Will, yes. That is the Robust Spirit. Its power is absolute. Stronger than the rest]
[Robust Spirit overlapped and ate it—the reasons—turning to the purpose of nobody but itself. It is you, Citizen. Robust Spirit is the soul]
[Robust Spirit: A physical and mental manifestation of your Will and soul. It's based on the ability of the old spirit, portraying a historical characterization of the Old World. An endured Old Soul, or so it suggested]
[Robust Spirit: For now, it has a UNTOLD threshold of potential or familiarity. Readings are denied, unallocated, and out of the rules. Further intent and abilities will depend on your future Will, followed by the specific and unique circumstances alongside your soul. Thus, it has no redeeming quality for the time being, apart from forming and strengthening who you are inside, or far deeper]
“That doesn't sound that bad.” Murai pondered out loud, mumbling incoherent noises. “What is an Old World anyway? My soul? It does seem that this world takes those readings seriously, so I might be a problem.”
There was nothing much else to it other than the rest of the messages.
[Acting like an Unyielding Will, Unshakable, Sturdy Soul, or other variously mental-type of powers, Robust Spirit acts unlike them. It has its passivity, protecting, enduring, and taking Soul Body's place]
[Everything will become related. Be warned, or expectant]
[Level 2: Fusion ability of Divine Beast Bloodlines]
[Grade SS: Unique Power of Soul Pathway]
[Alongside the Robust Spirit, Anatidae Panacea has its Mana Core. It has been recalculated under the new potential of your body, how well it took, and how mana space is stable enough. The first step of the initiation is important]
[Mana Flow has successfully made all roots and truths, creating the Mana Core]
[Current Stage: Initialization]
[Success: Small]
[Curent Mana pool:1000]
[Mana Replenishment has initiated its passivity and rules, becoming an established source and course for your mana. 10 a minute is the current reality, though the points and expenditure are rather physical, obvious by your core or mana flowing in your mana space]
[Replenishment can become stronger, more efficient, and quicker depending on the level, or various buffs. Setting, surrounding mana, structures, runes, and many other things could influence this Grade F mana ability]
“So it's pretty much a passive earthly refueling?” Murai asked out loud, figuring that this sounded normal. Almost everyone with Mana Core was subject to stealing the worldly mana.
[With that successful, what about the magic?] the voice asked curiously. [Panacea is equivalent to a Magus of some unspecified races, but amongst the beasts, this one is special]
[Initialization Core gives rise to other things, thanks to your specials that have long-lasting effects and readings at this stage. Those are battle freaks, magic mules, and battle ducks in many depictions]
[Their biggest advantage lies in Universal Affinity. No matter the element, most could excel in numerous things at once. Their Elements or Force could be extraordinary. It goes deep, along with a powerful history and Bloodlines. Most of it is caused by endurance and their Origin]
[The presence of mana itself can give rise to new understanding]
[You are certainly a Blessed, so don't waste this!]
[Universal Affinity is perfect for performing all kinds of magic. The kind depends on the user, as it is a tool that comes under your command, or our readings. Be wary. Our studies show certain merits to Anatidae magics. It has a certain... fondness for the flow and insanity]
“Feels like it,” Murai added, figuring this voice wasn't that obnoxious when it was useful.
[Mana Shaping is created]
[Mana Shaping: One of the few magic fundamentals. Mana shall be under your Will. There are two kinds of styles upon this flow: Conjuring and Shaping. There is a certain cost to the extent of your power, control, amount of Conjuring, and easiness. Training is recommended]
[Further familiarity and use of the Shaping can lead to improvements. Like the growth of flesh, mana roars like abilities do. Levels and Grades are that, though evolutions are subject to many things. Discovering, training, or forcing some spells under your tries might give you an edge over our readings, thus, gifting you things in return. Spells and magic abilities are pivotal]
[Current progress or aptitude in Shaping? None. You better get moving, or you will be left behind or die!]
[Grade C: Panacea's specialty - Grade of Shaping is strengthened by choice of the sub-species over the regular Mana Wielding, though part is under your flow and soul]
[Level 1]
“Interesting joke,” Murai uttered; he did listen to most descriptions at least once. But some of them moved away from his important memories. He knew magic. He knew what to do, so what about his arrogance that was far from his species? This magic might be different. Worlds had many unique depictions of magic when mana flowed eternally. And in this world that had some sort of view under these Levels or Grades, he thought of it as interesting.
There was a lot in those messages, not worth complaining or ignoring. These ideas depicted this life. Read it. Described it like a book. Going over the basics was excessive, yet something weird was still there, depicting the Path and power he hadn't heard about.
The Robust Spirit seemed... weird. It was his soul, so to speak, depicting a Soul Pathway that went against his choice, or perhaps he had nothing yet? Paths usually depicted choices, while Soul Pathway was just a generalized term for describing soul-related powers. Individual Paths were under the Pathways, giving one a steady future.
It even had a Grade at SS, so what he should take it for?
Magic moved through a lot of his lives. All lives and planets throughout the River of Manaflow were irregular. It was perhaps what gave them blessings to remain going in some ways, but Murai always found them groggy. Unlucky over his many cursed lives. Cursed by the mere point of his arrival. When there was the live, there were complications. He was the implication.
When the planet was within that river, it meant a higher tier of lifeforms. More suitable planets for lives across the far Skies. And the higher lifeforms got, the more intensely it flowed.
Mana would always be a universal subject of importance and power that many coveted, but not fully understood. A source of life. A blessing that many world of many living beings took for granted.
Battleworld was the same, as it was getting mana from the same source. The eternal, flowing like a celestial worldly river. That was the River of Manaflow. From a vast distance, one could view and describe it as a crackled glass, which then formed galactic river strands in all directions. It had its pivotal beginning like everything, yet what was it wasn't in many eyes or minds. It was too big, frankly.
Gods were far from that picture. They could never create such things. They were barely eligible to think of planets around these strands as something they desired. So for as long as time allowed life, It was a mystery whether the River of Manaflow had some Order or flowed like Chaos until the strands would turn to Void.
The river contained countless magnitudes of energy, but it was usually mild to its surroundings or intense like a storm against a house made of cards.
Murai knew of it from a long time ago. Perhaps from times he couldn't even remember, but he trusted his memories. For what they were worth it, it was what made him up. It shouldn't be wrong.
He didn't know what kind of strands was going through this world. It was hard to tell such a thing when one's power was so low, though magic should bring some memories and clarity to his head, signifying some fun for this life as well.
River of Manaflow should make many changes in the rules and running of this world. Depending on them, individuals, settings, or the world itself would change. It was a matter of compatibility, which, in this case, should be quite high. Battleworld already proved to be quite high in the brackets of the Skies. Pretty much anything could enjoy mana. It was basic knowledge, despite talents and things one could do with it were limiting factors.
Murai had lifetimes worth of memories, yet not as a duck, so he figured it should be the main troublesome part. Magic primarily worked with a strong mentality, though physically, it always flowed and empowered the flesh. It had a certain duality for people who went through trials and errors before establishing powers and countless Paths.
Becoming a high-class mage as a duck sounded much better than when he thought about it. An unfamiliar body wouldn't be a problem. He worked with worse, unfortunately. Well, he certainly wasn't having any high expectations. Having the body of a magical beast, he studied some before, so that might give his perspective a new face.
He was always a person surrounded by others, or him, forcing others onto himself.
Past keeps history. Lives go and Ends come. What is before everyone is just a glimpse of the Fate. Murai understood his choices were nonexistent. He disliked his living, so what could change it?
Gods? Some sort of ability this world gifted for cheap? Evolutions sounded enthralling. That could work, or so he thought, yet he didn't know what to look for, or how.
What was even a Blessed? A person with the End etched into their souls? That was kind of against the norm. At least according to the things he understood about Afterlife.
The shape of the Will of the Battleworld and its voice added clarity, giving rise in progression before Boosts would turn a person anew. It went out of his battles and some effort, though it still felt like a borrowed power that wasn't his own.
It shouldn't be that bad seeing it, getting familiar with an unfamiliar body and abilities that shined under his grasp. Like his beak, it could be workable. Making things more enjoyable. Probably...well, he had his lovely magic, so his mood improved.
Murai hadn't felt any differences between Soul Body and Soul Essence before. Even when it all turned Robust Spirit, he felt the same. He lost nothing important from the looks of it. Yet it touched his spirit, and having his own soul molded with some higher power wasn't that great under his look.
Rain would find it shocking, seeing that Murai had a Grade SS ability already at this stage of a Child. Murai gave it no regard because Rain hadn't given him much regard for abilities, grades, or level. He spoke more about things that mattered.
The whispers of this Will of the Battleworld ended, and the latest push of the Boost happened in a flash, touching his soul and soul alone.
From the simple Soul Essence to a Soul Body to a Robust Spirit, Murai never had a chance to experiment with them.
Looking around, the changes around his soul space weren't painful, upsetting, or weird. His Will took it well. Too well, perhaps. And he was currently too preoccupied with his real body to care about his soul.
Something interesting was due, so when it all stopped in a couple of minutes, Murai went ahead to experiment with his magic. Work around the Mana Flow was significantly more interesting than some beak, or soul abilities that he couldn't understand. Murai felt his core that was somewhere in his body, created by evolution. It didn't seem to be different from his previous lives, but the voice said it had some unique features. He knew of Universal Affinity. It should give rise to Elemental or Force Magic much quicker.
For now, his core was nothing but a shining ball of azure energy.
It depicted his mana pool, quality over the mana space, and his potential. Mana Pool of a 1000 value was one thing Murai found weirder. It was just a number to see the value of how much mana he had, yet he could feel how much mana he had even without it. Perhaps it was to help initiate some rules or wisdom, give a damage a better time? Murai didn't appreciate unnecessary things. This world must have its depictions of magical talents.
Mana Pool might be one way to view his core's improvements. Or were the Grades much more important than some numbers? Well, he saw it from the high perspective of someone who wielded all kinds of powers. Every ability had some value, starting with Grades and Levels. That wasn't talent, or it might be something. He didn't like the fact that he felt he must be wrong about it. It should be something fully integrated into this world.
And so far, he met Rain alone.
Perhaps he should visit that shape and tall feather again.
No. No, Murai quickly refused this idea Mana Pool is different from the norm. It displays a talent for how much mana could be around and within me. It is more complicated than that, but this simple guess proves nothing but more questions. For the start, is 1000 a lot? No clue...
There was also his aptitude. Mana Flow was Grade F, which was the lowest point possible. That one didn't speak of his immediate talent, as it was at its most notable roots. He couldn't ask for more, frankly. The Grade of the Mana Flow would get better as he progresses with mana. It might later become something like a talent, he figured. Or a chain that would stop his growth.
The feeling of mana was—as far as he could feel it—at beginner level that this body took.
Mana Shaping was the most essential ability, followed by Conjuring.
Conjuring meant to open the floodgates, letting the mana out. This point worked primarily under the Mana Flow as well, as it signified quality and stability. No one wanted to destabilize the core by Conjuring like a wild animal. It should be distinct and gentle, or wild if one was familiar and wild enough.
Shaping was changing the Conjured mana according to one's will, or a physical touch.
In Murai's case, it was a simple matter of exercises and mental fortitude. Each of these fundamental exercises followed many techniques, ranging from those improving the quantity or quality of the cores, or those that would eventually turn into proper outer or inner techniques, or spells.
Murai knew that Shaping was the most important since the Conjurnig was much simpler, or so he thought.
Letting mana out and Conjuring from his core outward ended up as a big challenge. Anatidae Panacea wasn't listening to his mana as he remembered, making it harder and rougher to wield. His mana was also strange, unyielding, and tough to feel. It was like pulling two ends of a thread at the same time.
His experience should've made it easier. Mana should be piece of a cake. But his body refused it, making mana unstable like his nerves. Murai struggled for an hour until he was able to Conjure enough mana and touch it with his Shaping, turning it into a small shining blade.
Shaping it before his face, he glared at it as if it were his worst enemy. It was flickering and almost dissipating, but it was taller than his body and thick like his beak. It had rough curvature and its sharpness was nonexistent. It was an utter failure.
I have no hands, nor many practical ways to fight apart from my beak, so how to go about Shaping them with my head? Murai thought and tried to follow his hunch. My mind will have to do. Alright. That decides the fundamentals of what I will be doing. Mental Shaping. Not Touch Shaping or Folding elements. Those needs proper...well, body and the rest. Do I have the rest?
Mental Shaping was one of the basic styles of Shaping. It was a simple, intended form for mana itself. It was all about feeling mana, Shaping it without being physical. Just a mind was enough and letting it change its course. It was a telepathic technique compelling great precision, skill, and indirect touch. Moving something with intent and feelings alone was harder than with a hand, so it had some specialties, limitations, and triggers between flesh, mana, and core.
What were the mages again? Not normal people for sure.
Through Shaping, mana became many things. There was a shortage of things a mage could Conjure; Shaping was the exact opposite. Countless. Incalculable. Limitless. It all came down to the experience, mana pool, and overall feeling and talent of a mage. Imagination also came to a certain effect, as Shaping could be anything one could hold from dissipating.
“This is still hilarious to me,” Murai chuckled. “I lack the context over my body, and I know how core and magic feels. I KNOW IT! Why does this feel so wrong?” Murai threw a fit, stomping the ground and raging. “I feel my mana pool is like three times larger than the mana pool when I was an elf teen. I shouldn't be wrong about it. I trust my feelings if it is about quantity alone. But it isn't all about it. Mine is savage. Hard to tame.”
Murai calmed down and took a seat to the ground.
“I was a Grand Magus, which grants another topic. I thought elves were gifted in mana, but I am mistaken. This duck is insane. Elves could be either bad, average, or something else, so who am I kidding here? What? I am a duck with a mana pool larger than what some Intermediate mages would have in Alfhenhaim.” He paused as he quacked.
Wait, he thought. Mana in the Alfhenhaim was kind of lackluster, but it shouldn't be far off. It should be close. And the mana pool was also present in that world because of its Gods and history. It had no numerical advantage, though it did give rise to negligence, pointing fingers at those with small pools, and so on. Here, it is the same, yet I say not. It is a numerical point. Like some sort of system. One can always rely on feeling one's mana. Handlers could be worse though, but that isn't my case. In percentages, mostly. Or roughly by hand, feet, or head. Shapers have it easy. Now, what to do when it feels this hard to feel and Shape?
What to make of it? I never figured out the highest power in Alfhenhaim, but I see it similar here. It might be ten times more complicated in terms of context and my body, but there isn't only mana under my wings. As a demonic magical beast, I am kind of different from anything I've experienced in terms of mana. This adds a lot of variables to my head.
Murai thought deeply into this matter, and he was right. Major changes were coming to this life, giving him what would follow him for the rest of his journey in this world.
Lastly, an hour into his contemplations, there was still one important topic left.
The Task! Goal? Many missions under the Will of the Battleworld stressed Blessed to no end. Evolution was done, so it was time for something new.
[Goal! No! A Task] the mechanical voice cheered.
[Your source of the beginning was an interesting one]
[A first evolution is successful, which is even greater]
[You are also alive, which is grander than greater]
[For now, you reached the threshold of Level 5 thanks to your hard... Bloodline, and not the least bit thanks to your hard work. How utterly strange, pointless, and lackluster]
[Hence, there is a need for a goal or a Task? Something to make you work for your intent as a Blessed is fitting. Battleworld loves its Blessed. It is such a wonderful place after all. To take a cheer of a second life]
[The current Task is the following: Experience the world of Demonic Lands. Follow the course of 10 battles against their opponents within your level or above it]
[There are no time limits. No rewards. Just plain ol' brawling and adventure, which may benefit the Blessed in many courses and give you a journey ahead. It is as intended to make small changes, even though Boosts and your path itself may be your reward as you fight and take this Task for a job]
[Try harder to not disappoint us!]
“Was the Battleworld mocking my life's choices?” Murai laughed upon realizing it was probably the case. He couldn't care less about some absolute rules; he wasn't one to follow them all the time.
From the start, he knew his goals were a broader term, and he wasn't limited to hastening his progress either. There wasn't any timer or anything that should prevent him from taking things slowly. Well, apart from the Punishing Act, which he had no intention to repeat in this life. He had no intentions of doing something stupid, so he had to learn more about this world.
It is mocking me, but what are the Demonic Lands? Is the Rain's feather coming into effect so soon? I bet it should be something along with that. Murai assumed.
During this time, Murai had yet to notice a dim light gliding around the air, observing him since it formed in this cave right around the end of his evolution. Murai didn't notice it.
Standing and doing his magic experimentation, Murai was long lost in thoughts about many things. He tested magic for a long time, asked himself a lot of questions, and even those he couldn't answer. Calculating curious topics about his sub-species and the power of his evolution, Murai obtained his main goal.
Grow.
Magic was secondary, thanks to the failures that proved no success after hours of learning. It didn't make him all that happy.
Anatidae Panacea had a few discerning factors and strengths. It was one of the core sub-species of his Anatidae species, so he deduced that his species might be much vaster and crazier than that. That Death choice was one thing. Peniscula with its flesh the other.
But the magic of a Panacea was endless!
Unlike the others, well, Murai wasn't sure what Anatidae of the Death would be able to do. For all that he didn't know, it could've been an utter monstrosity, unlike any duck in the universe.
Panacae was well-rounded in many aspects; it was one of the reasons he had chosen it.
Magic had its roots, and like many regrets, they might as well disappear without any problems after he mastered it. Having a bond with the God of Death wasn't something he was willing to take on. Maybe if the world had given him some slack or opportunity, he might've done something with it.
Those were issues of the past. He didn't need them anymore.
Murai was satisfied as he played with his Shaping and unraveled his biggest issue. Earlier, he felt wrong about the Conjuring itself, yet Shaping was no better. When he pulled mana out of his core with tremendous effort, Shaping it was like touching and grasping rocky clay. He used at least two dozen times more effort to make it workable, unlike his formal human and elven experiences.
He made a mana sword after many trials and errors, but it lacked edge and fullness. It wasn't enough to cut down anything. It was swaying in its shape and barely looked like a sword.
He was able to move the Shaped sword thanks to his control, but his aptitude was either weak or he was weak. Either was possible, but one was more likely.
I knew it. I am indeed lacking in terms of compressions of this species's mana. I am no devil, and a demonic beast isn't like a demon itself. This body of mine and the flow of mana feel different from the normal. I should improve and increase my familiarity with it in future training. It is new. Not old and set by my memory. Thus, this needs new ideas and approaches. Then, it should be more comfortable, right? Being a magical duck sounds enticing enough so I shall give it a try.
Murai decided to observe all the effects of his mana in correlation to his body as a whole. His decreasing mana pool was obvious around this time, though thanks to his slow Conjuring and Shaping, he wasn't losing it too quickly.
It went from being full to three-quarters in a couple of dozen Shaping exercises and many glittering blades cracking. That amount wasn't worth considering. 10 points of mana would return to his pool per minute at their convenience and on their own.
He held no information about the losses of his mana when he Conjured or used his Shaping. Just the overall feel of his Mana Pool lessened. No numerical values were attached to his spending, which he appreciated because he didn't want to think of those numbers so much. Feelings were enough.
Flapping his wings, and stomping the ground with his feet, Murai felt he was sturdier and much more stable on his feet. And as before, to be considered a demonic beast, he laughed in confusion. Why were Anatidaes considered demonic? Maybe their beak was part of it, or they could grow to be demonic? Evolution could be part of the answer. His beak looked like a duck's beak, but the edge was sharp and the tip glinted at a point.
Perhaps he shouldn't trust his confusion. His memories of how regular ducks looked like were lacking anyway.
His beak sliced through Devil Fox quite nicely even before the evolution. Those bones weren't soft either. Throughout this changed shape of his beak, it appeared rather unassuming to be a strong weapon from the rest of his appearance. His feathers and teeth were dense at least, giving him a nice look.
While it was still his guess, this demonic beast species wasn't something innocent, righteous, or ordinary. According to his guess, it was adept at being carnivorous and could be quite a fighter with a ferocious temper. Mana itself was probably the biggest factor that he found impressive. Will of the Battleworld and even Rain mentioned some interesting points as well.
Observing himself, Murai thought his neck got somewhat longer and thicker, and the curve around his spine was noticeably different. It still didn't cause him to grow up, so he thought he was more hunched over at his base, but he could stretch taller and move his neck and head better.
With the wonders in his head and mana temporarily aside, he began to walk, run, and jump around like a madman, getting more familiar because he could. He also went to the stones around the edges, jumping up the slope where steam was coming up to perform the rudimentary contrasts before and after the evolution.
Looking for his physical improvements was one way to find out about it. Evolution should be an improvement, right? Not a hideous change that wouldn't improve a thing? That was correct. Experimenting and discovering his limit and changes was better than doing nothing, but would the floating light get it as well?
The stability of his feet was much better, and the jumping speed and vertical jump improved. He even managed to skip some stones to get back to that wet wall, but he was yet to be interested in jumping to the other side.
For the time being, he went up and down the wall, figuring his body out, and looking as if he was insane.
His current outlook was the following:
[NAME: Murai Hisagi / no nicknames no titles detected]
[AGE: 269 days / no time-variants, yet oldness detected]
[SPECIES: Anatidae [former ones- human, elf, demons, devil, god, leaf, stone...] / Species properties or specialties are: Magic. Further ones are undetected or unworthy to mention. Evolutions are highly possible in this species.] Variants UNKNOWN
[SUB-SPECIES: Anatiade Panacea / Class D / High Mana Aptidue, stronger body, further improvements depend on the leveling, and strengthening process]
[PHYSICALITY: Duck / A proper Child specimen of the Anatidae species // Panacea sub-species with strengthened physicality]
[ATTRIBUTES]
[Strenght: 38]
[Dexterity: 29]
[Vitality: 38]
[Wisdom: 100]
[Soul Power: 20]
[WILL: 18]
[MANA: Mana Pool: 1000, Mana Core: Initialization of Small Success]
[MANA ABILITIES: Mana Detection, Mana Replenishment, Mana Flow, Mana Shaping]
[ABILITIES: Beak's Fury, Soul Read, Robust Spirit, Night Vision, Strike of the Will / Hidden ones are detected yet are hidden under the prerequisites and circumstances]
[STATUS: The Eater]
[BLESSINGS: NONE]
[EQUIPMENT: NONE]
[LEVEL: 5]
[POWER LEVEL: Less than 20]
[TASK: Battle through Demonic Lands. Kill 10 foes / REWARD: none]
After a couple of hours into his maddening training, he went to refill his stomach with remaining bones.
“What were you so running, jumping, and eating about? Are you a weirdo?” A high-pitched voice talked to his ear, appearing like a shimmering light of mana itself, or... something that looked to be one.